Stop the Voices

I can’t get them out of my head. I must be crazy. I can’t help but walk around the house all day and go to bed every night thinking things like:

If he’d just talk, we’d be half way normal and he could have a chance at life,
If he could tell us what he wants, needs and feels, he wouldn't be nearly as frustrated. Nor would we.
If he’d stop having seizures, I would be so very grateful.
If he wasn’t taking all of that medicine, maybe we would see a happier and better behaved Doodle.
If only I could stop worrying.
If only I could understand why this has happened to him, and to us.
If only I knew what the rest of my life was going to be like. Wouldn't that be nice?
If only I could fix this.
If only I could stop the voices.